Something Wrong

Sitting in a cold room.. Violet light
Displays’re flashing, continuous wi-fi
Whispering coolers, indifferent crowd
Big black blank eyes, blinking sprites

Nobody knows what’s on my mind
Tickling pleasures have just begun
Cold grey glossy plastic arms
Smooth and pleasant for my skin

Your body can rock
Your body can roll
Processors are hot enough to love you whole

Your logic is high
Schematics are strong
Your flexible tongue is doing something wrong

Is my pleasure for you body?
Is your body for my pleasure?